familiar
in all the wrong ways;
remembering the
demand for the lights to be dim
and all those
sloppy kisses
anxious grabbing

recognizing
his sticky smell
on my hands
my face buried in his
armpit
our adhesive sweat
like glue on the sheets

comfortable
his voice low and calm
mine soft and honest
and i think
i don't miss this but it certainly
rings a bell

07/18/2007

Author's Note: ex-boyfriend.

Posted on 07/18/2007
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